tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57326605901477277892024-03-20T05:58:24.719-04:00In My KnapzakA woman of the world. I want to learn and share all that I can.Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-23944457938904784622010-10-09T20:48:00.000-04:002010-10-09T20:48:06.842-04:00As the world turnsMy first job out of college is almost over. I give it two more days tops before I join the hundreds and thousands of unemployed. Although my time at this job was short, I have seen growth and maturity in how I deal with situations and people. Since the last day of the season, I have been able to reflect on what I have learned and where I went wrong and did right. Although I wan not able to take down every challenge or problem that came my way, I have gained the experience of what can be thrown at me. I am most grateful for the people that helped me along the way. <br />
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But as one thing slows down something else picks up. My trip to China and Hong Kong is approaching fast and I haven't even decided what I need to bring or pack. I'm slacking, but thats nothing new since I rarely make a post here. however, I will TRY to post as much on my trip as possible. But you never know, with my track record it's up in the air.Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-37055481824635539852010-08-28T01:20:00.000-04:002010-08-28T01:20:11.572-04:00The Tides are TurningMy blogging resolution has failed yet again, but I am hopeful.<br />
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The weather has also been changing lately. No more sweltering days or humid nights as of late. I appreciate the cooler temperatures. It also means that I have a chance to showcase some outfits. With changing temperatures also signals the end of baseball season. Things have been brewing at work which keeps me occupied from the minute I walk in to way after I walk out. It takes a bit of time and space to sort it all out, but I believe it will work out. <br />
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My job search is still ongoing but thankfully I have a goal. Not that I didn't before but now I have narrowed it significantly. All that is left is to find the job.Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-78714763204375736372010-08-14T01:58:00.000-04:002010-08-14T01:58:08.732-04:00It has been too long!Although I would love to say "I don't know where the time went," the fact is: I do. I have not been spending it here posting that's a given. My last post was about my best friend's wedding and that was up over 10 days ago. Shame on me. However, to justify, I haven't come across anything worthy to blog about. Now I have. Sort of.<br />
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To start off I would like to rehash a few things. Firstly my Great American Road Trip. That has been discontinued, DOA, no chance of resuscitation. Instead, Olithia and I have come to a few conclusions:<br />
A) We discovered that we were being a bit too ambitious to venture on a 30 some day road trip when neither of us has been on one before. <br />
B) Instead of one long trip, it would make more sense that we split the continental US into quadrants and road trip one section at a time.<br />
C) We will be headed off to China as an alternative. (More on that to follow)<br />
D) We will spend less money therefore be able to save more money for our future road trip. Hurray!<br />
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As I mentioned in my last post, I went to my friend's wedding solo. Olithia <a href="http://doyouspeakcilantro.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-think-to-much.html">posted</a> this and boy it sure put my feelings into words. I'm in the same boat as her and it's good to know I'm not alone. Though I have to admit, I am quite a romantic and maybe a bit too much of one. But that's okay with me.<br />
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Finally. Trip to China! My parents and I haven't had a chance to go on a true vacation in quite awhile, especially one overseas. So part of this trip is my graduation present! The fact that my great friend Olithia will be with me makes it even better. We will be spending 10 days in China and then some time in Hong Kong as well. I am super excited because a classmate from college recently moved there for a job and I can't wait to catch up with her in person. Plus through my current job, I met a chef that will be in China/Hong Kong during the same time. Small world, so we might meet up too. It's nice to be around food lovers especially in a foreign land.<br />
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Lastly, so I wasn't done, I have an interview! It pains me that the position I have now will be non existent after early October so I have begun to look for other routes. It is early, but it never hurts to get a head start right?Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-72459903367952339622010-08-03T00:23:00.000-04:002010-08-03T00:23:43.444-04:00Wedding WishesThis past Saturday I went to PA to attend my very dear friend's wedding. It was beautiful and sweet and I was a bit out of my element. I have known this man for over 3 years and he is very dear to me. To see him get married to a woman he adores brought tears to my eyes. Then I though about how sad it was being there solo. <br />
Lets not dwell on that. <br />
There's nothing to make anyone feel older than they are than to recount stories from the past. So many memories were brought up starting with "Remember when." Those precious hours spent with my former classmates were amazing.<br />
This is the outfit I chose. A bit more formal compared to what everyone else wore. But I rather be overdressed than underdressed. This "dress" is actually a skirt that pulled up to turn into a minidress. the peach bow was tied under the bust for some definition.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMY048zVJ1J3SAo2O-y91R1AScdXN-C3tkDv8x59w5mn8VtXPGfDOzY6jWc4aWY1daLFtcDFI2__06SCqUdHoP55BjRL-uNFkkBC3krjlH2lc5WVpt_Lu9fCxTS2wpfaX-qd1pVdzZBs/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMY048zVJ1J3SAo2O-y91R1AScdXN-C3tkDv8x59w5mn8VtXPGfDOzY6jWc4aWY1daLFtcDFI2__06SCqUdHoP55BjRL-uNFkkBC3krjlH2lc5WVpt_Lu9fCxTS2wpfaX-qd1pVdzZBs/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Location: Farmer's Market</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Necklace: Unknow</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Skirt/dress: Vintage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shoes: Nine West</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-6534127460417819832010-07-23T00:22:00.000-04:002010-07-23T00:22:11.224-04:00Show off a LittleThis past week I happened to be in Manhattan more than usual. As always I take time to people watch because there are just so many things the mind can come up with about stories on each person. Where they come from, what they do and where they are going are just a few of them. Since I have been doing my Fashion Forward post lately, it is no surprise that I took note on the attire. <div><br />
</div><div>From men and woman in suites to tourist in there vacation wear, I decided there was a problem: Over Exposure. Of course this applies only to women. I noted on my days out that woman were barring a bit too much. Cleavage, mid drift and legs were a plenty. Since it was hot, I can understand. It's not like we want to dress in sweats. But there was just too much on display. Why can't we, as woman, chose one to highlight and accentuate?<div><br />
</div><div>One of my top rules when deciding what to wear is what I want to show off. Is it a bit of chest or my legs or perhaps my mid drift? I will never choose anything like this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgGGmhrTSv8jpNDdINHQnsHxwxHKT_Od3aMtCF7mH0X6MvLalkwxzV1116u1Fi70wYkcNqR-b0ppeoZwgIfd6DVaQMmNreSytPLfGgH3GyhcJlmi5F63g-HEeJdr_5bT6D8pyxBKs84E/s1600/skimpy+outfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgGGmhrTSv8jpNDdINHQnsHxwxHKT_Od3aMtCF7mH0X6MvLalkwxzV1116u1Fi70wYkcNqR-b0ppeoZwgIfd6DVaQMmNreSytPLfGgH3GyhcJlmi5F63g-HEeJdr_5bT6D8pyxBKs84E/s320/skimpy+outfit.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can only imagine what it looks like from the front. Granted she is posing for the camera, but really?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div></div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-28884755813897480312010-07-13T23:30:00.000-04:002010-07-13T23:30:01.820-04:00Tailored MenswearFashion goes round and round. Diane Keaton and Katharine Hepburn wore mens inspired clothing long ago. Now it's back with the boyfriend blazer and boyfriend jeans and who knows what other "boyfriend" look is also out there. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hair: Lace braided headband tied with diagonal dutch braid into low side ponytail then bunned</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shirt: Banana Republic</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Vest: vintage</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pants: Banana Republic</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Necklace: Ann Taylor Loft</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Watch: unknown</div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-74266474043949384522010-07-13T01:13:00.000-04:002010-07-13T01:13:17.860-04:00Color me FuchsiaI believe fuchsia is one of the boldest colors to wear. The mix of vivid pink, red and purple hue attracts glances. From a minor pendant or a major piece of clothing, fuchsia attracts attention. This fuchsia tank top has wonder collar ruffles with a tie strap.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Top: Banana Republic</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cardigan: Delia's</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pants: H&M</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-69729037203390003832010-07-06T01:11:00.002-04:002010-07-13T00:35:04.167-04:00Only one thing is worse than Fashion Faux PasStroll down any busy street and there is bound to be at least one fashion mistake that catches your eye. Maybe they just don't realize it or maybe they don't care. However for the one seeing the big muffin top or those exposed bra straps and other cringe worthy mistakes, it churns my stomach just a bit.<br />
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</div><div>Documenting fashion is of utmost importance. The complete look viewed through something beside a mirror can capture the essence of the outfit.</div><div><br />
</div><div>However, sometimes that is not possible. I dread self portraits! Be it using a phone or a camera, I don't feel that it is able to capture the message. There are very few poses available and a complete head to toe image is practically impossible to achieve. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Today I was inspired by fellow blogger and close friend Olithia of <a href="http://doyouspeakcilantro.blogspot.com/">Do You Speak Cilantro</a> to attempt another fashion post. So I found someone to take a picture of me. Sadly I don't own a good point and shoot camera so I used my phone. It is NOT the next best thing. </div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dress: Soprono, picked it up at Tjmaxx</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cardigan: Ann Taylor </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Belt: Vintage, Etsy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shoes: Clarks </div><div><br />
</div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-40725756114083237482010-06-29T17:36:00.000-04:002010-06-29T17:36:04.792-04:00Commitment and Experiences<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Although I try not think that this blog is homework, I feel that i don't dedicate as much time as i should. </div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">With that being said, I have promised myself to post at least <b>twice</b> a week. It does not matter to me if the post be two sentences or two pages, all I ask of myself is to post. This post will kick it off! </div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But for more content.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">There isn't anything greater than enjoying a meal at a restaurant. The combination of good service, delicious food and fabulous company is like no other experience; however, to have this experience at the creme de la creme of a New York City restaurant is truly unforgettable. </div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The night started off at my arrival to Eleven Madison Park with my friend. We were greeted by two hostesses and promptly seat at a corner table that over looked the dining room. The first thing I noticed was the ratio of waitstaff to patrons, it was about 1 to 3. The attentiveness started right away with presenting the drink and food menu. We chose the Gormand, an eleven course tasting menu and I also opted for the wine pairing. </div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Then the dance began, every course, every wine, every movement seemed calculated and rehearsed. I could find very little fault in the presentation of each course and wine as they were set in front of me and explained each and every time. The food was delicious and the wine went fabulously with each course. To explain each dish would not it justice. At the end of the night I was presented with the dessert plate that had "Happy Birthday Shannon" written on it expertly.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">After everything was cleared away, the bill was presented to us as well as the menu. Mine was the standard while my friend received an alternative one that had the shellfish and mollusk substitutions. We also walked away with a small jar of chef's pick olive oil and gelee.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">All in all, my dinner at Eleven Madison Park took a total of four hours from beginning to end. With a price tag of over half a grand, I wonder when I will go back for another try. </div></div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-90218254021135365052010-06-18T14:08:00.000-04:002010-06-18T14:08:12.799-04:00I want, I want, I want, but I shall not have.My last post featured a yellow dress with a frilly skirt. It was my first post on featuring things that I liked but would not buy just because I liked it. Then my sweet <b><i>Olithia</i></b> of <a href="http://doyouspeakcilantro.blogspot.com/">Do You Speak Cilantro</a>, asked if I was going to or had purchased it for a stop on our Great North American Road Trip to Alinea in Chicago. Then I got thinking, should I get it?!?!?!<br />
Thankfully, as my cursor poised above the "checkout" I came to my senses. Although I can want everything in the world, I cannot own everything I want. As newbie in the world of adulthood, I feel it is paramount that I spend cautiously. <br />
I have lived by my words once, lets see how many more times I can do it!Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-54900557306522734912010-06-15T00:11:00.001-04:002010-06-15T00:16:28.876-04:00The YouTuberIt should be no surprise that I am a YouTube fan since, according to <a href="http://podcastingnews.com/">podcastingnews.com</a>, the site as reached over 2 billion views per day. My favorites to watch are cooking videos and make up tutorials. It is my go to place for "how to" info as well. However, a few months back I discovered what "haul" videos where. Although I doubt many wouldn't know, I will explain it anyway. A YouTube "haul" is basically a video about someones purchase, what they bought, a description and what they think about it. <br />
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I have done my due diligence to find hauls that do not pertain to beauty or clothing. So far I have come up with none. Then an article in July issue of Marie Claire came out about the growing number of haul videos which got me thinking.... How do they afford it all. <br />
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I love clothes and make up but never have I gone out to purchase a group of products unless it was absolutely necessary. Therefore I have come up with a plan. If I come across a dress I like online or an eye shadow that I think its cool I won't buy it. I would just post a picture or a link because I want to live within my means and it would be impossible to buy things just to tell people about it.<br />
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So let me kick it off!<br />
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From: <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Who+Wants+to+Be+a+Frillionaire+Dress">Modcloth</a>. <br />
Name: Who Wants to Be a Frillionaire Dress<br />
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Why I like it: Strapless is cute for summer, a light cardigan over it and it's ready for a daytime picnic or a cropped blazer and its good for an evening out dancing. The color looks soft and feminine, it catches the eye but doesn't over shock the viewer. Of course the frills are super eye catching.<br />
<img alt="Who Wants to Be a Frillionaire Dress" src="http://www.modcloth.com/productshots/0037/0434/11959-1.jpg" />Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-55951301411765081332010-05-30T18:54:00.000-04:002010-05-30T18:54:35.820-04:00As promisedLast post and a few post ago, I started mentioning my job, my internet dating, my room redecoration and my writings. I have finally had the time to elaborate.<br />
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First off, going to work is amazing. In the morning I get this rush of excitement to go in. Although some things don't go as well as I like, the experience is well worth it. I wish that I could do more at work; to have more responsibilities, to have more power, to choices. <br />
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As for my internet dating, I find that there are so many people out there that it is really a trial and error method to find someone. I'm am putting more thought into who I am and who I am looking for.<br />
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My room is nearly done. The contractor that was hired did a pretty shabby job. There's no need for me to complain and whine because I went ahead and fixed it myself. I might be a girly girl, but I will get down and dirty to make sure my room turns out the way I want it to.<br />
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Finally, my writing. It is getting more detailed and sometimes I feel as though I need to pry the pen off the paper. Today I will include two tidbits I have written. <br />
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The first is a poem. It came to me while I was on my way home from work.<br />
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I want to sit on the street<br />
Just so I can rest my feet<br />
The day is almost over<br />
But the bus isn't any closer<br />
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The night is young<br />
But the day has just begun<br />
Home from work I go<br />
To prepare for tomorrows show<br />
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This next one is short. I don't know if it even qualifies as a short story.<br />
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It was impossible to ignore the growing tension around them. Times got so bad that the sparks could turn into an inferno that all the water in the world could not put out. Then the exchange of words slowly got out of hand but the looks were the hardest to disregard.<br />
It was time for her to take action, to take a stand. With her chin up and confidence in her walk, she strode over to his home office.<br />
Without even passing the threshold, she calmly stated, "I want a divorce."<br />
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There it is. Sort and sweet. Please let me know what you think, every bit counts to help improve on my writing.<br />
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<3 Silvie RedrowSilvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-7442194580744147372010-05-19T16:42:00.000-04:002010-05-19T16:42:02.582-04:00Long overdue.I don't want to make my blog an obligation or some type of homework assignment that I have to complete. However, I have been slacking on the postings. I will try and remedy all that starting today. Cross your fingers.<br />
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Since my last post, I have been on two more dates with different guys from the online dating site. Each experience was different and had its own reason for further consideration. One thing that I notice and strikes me is that both gentleman are willing to pay for the meal. Even with my offer to pay half, they are very determined to pass. It is only reasonable, in my perspective, to feel a bit guilty that they pay for the meal. Yet I have been told time and again that as a female on a date, I should never have to pay. <br />
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That got me thinking on the investing that these men have to make. It is not guarantee that the date will turn out well but the gesture is appreciated.<br />
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I have also started writing some short stories in my newly acquired Moleskine note book. I fell spontaneous sometimes to put words on paper and it fits the bill. It will make its way as a post eventually.<br />
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Lastly, my room is getting renovated. It is long overdue. However, I get asked: aren't you suppose to be moving out instead? Unless I hit the jackpot, I am a very poor college graduate so no, I can't move out.<br />
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Will post final look, sadly I did not have time to do a before shot.Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-70987213110170700972010-05-04T00:41:00.000-04:002010-05-04T00:41:41.473-04:00And so it goes.Last time I spoke about joining an online dating site. After much sifting I messaged a few more people. Although I felt a bit hurt when I saw that they have read my message yet hadn't replied, I soon realized that I do the same. I think its easier not to reply as a gentler method of saying no than to strike up a conversation and then have to crush someone. <br />
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So I have been conversing with a few, okay... 3, guys? men? fishes? lol<br />
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This past Saturday I forged ahead and met one. Neutral location, BN starbucks cafe, and we headed off to have pizza for lunch. When I think back about how the day progressed, I can already see the tenseness that was present. I do not know if it was on my end, his end or our end but conversation did not flow. There was a tense cloud over us for the duration of our meeting. I would not call it fun but I was not too keen on staying much longer after the meal either.<br />
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Till the next fish comes swimming!Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-90602214019290454412010-04-27T10:35:00.000-04:002010-04-27T10:35:43.062-04:00Internal ConflitI always knew that the "real world" would not be all rainbows and sunshine. However, it probably took someone in my face raising their voice and disobeying my words to have it truly sink in. I'm not naive, at least I don't feel as I am, but when asked to do something that makes sense and had to be done soon anyway, can people just comply? I was not singling out this individual nor was anyone else. The show she put did a marvelous job directing the spotlight on her tho.<br />
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The "real world" is now the real world. Sans quotes.<br />
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In other news, my online dating has been progressing slowly. I have been finding some interesting people to talk to. However easy going and free of commitment the conversations are, I feel as though I am two timing someone! Deep down I understand that it is not the case and those guys are probably chatting up multiple woman too. How suited am I to finding someone online? <br />
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Onward we go!Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-57108513936375546582010-04-24T23:28:00.000-04:002010-04-24T23:28:08.183-04:00Its been too long...So I have been slacking on my blogging. I apologize to.. well anyone but especially to myself since this is a commitment I should be on top of. <br />
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Update on my life anyone?<br />
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Professionally, I started my job. Its a temp but I could see it potentially going somewhere. I work at Citifeild, home of the New York Mets as a suite supervisor. The hours aren't long compared to being in a kitchen, but I feel that I move around wayyyy more than I did in the kitchen. <br />
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I was suppose to only be in charge of 8 suites but the read world has set in. One supervisor got fired before the opening game and another got fired for not reporting in. Now instead of 8 I have 13. On a "regular" day 9 out of 13 of my suites are open. I have about 2 guest attendants per room and 2 runners between all of them. <br />
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There's a lot of walking back and forth, I'm considering getting a pedometer to see how far I walk in a day, however the job is fun and also frustrating at times. But I take a deep breath to calm myself and try to tackle the problem head on.<br />
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Now personally, hang on to your chairs, I joined an online dating site. I know what you're thinking but please:<br />
DON'T JUDGE!<br />
9 times out of 10, you don't have the right to.<br />
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It might sound strange for a 21 year old to join a dating website, but honest to truth, I'm not the type to go out to clubs or bars. Beside, what type of guys will I be meeting there anyway? So I ventured out and gave online dating a try.<br />
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I do admit, there were a few creepers who messaged me. No offense to them but I'm 21 and one of them was 41. <br />
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More to come on that later. I need sleep. <br />
6 out of a 10 game home stand done.... now to survive the last 4.Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-61533537794723741052010-03-13T23:21:00.001-05:002010-03-13T23:21:54.952-05:00It Drips, It Drops, It Pitters and It Patters<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Rain is highly mysterious.</span></span><br />
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It beats soft<br />
It beats hard<br />
Cutting my skin<br />
Like a shard<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It comes slow</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It comes fast</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Washing away </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The sins from the past</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The sun will rise </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">A new day will begin</div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-32585218701109520892010-03-07T21:46:00.000-05:002010-03-07T21:46:38.950-05:00The perks of living at home..is the food. Always the food. <br />
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I doubt there is anything better than a home cooked meal especially dishes that I LOVE. Eating at school was like walking on a tightrope. One wrong move and your pretty much screwed! Although the choices are abundant, by the time I graduated they were boring. Menus didn't seem to change in the three years I was there.<br />
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Now at home, I have a chance to make request and suggestions. It's not a surprise that I eat way better, therefore, must move more. The numbers on the scale are quite unforgiving and brutally honest. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GtVNMEYGVQpk1sF6ZJDiYfX_5XeRTCgHeLai3sBZUBeuhdrH3Tm6sqhmyiyBsNUCpFldRp4H4_U8IcfAicqyXVW41r0UoB5wtCtR6Wh25dTVXvfajQUWKkYy-7ticXeX-FM-KV6lRUw/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GtVNMEYGVQpk1sF6ZJDiYfX_5XeRTCgHeLai3sBZUBeuhdrH3Tm6sqhmyiyBsNUCpFldRp4H4_U8IcfAicqyXVW41r0UoB5wtCtR6Wh25dTVXvfajQUWKkYy-7ticXeX-FM-KV6lRUw/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dessert: Ben and Jerry Ice Cream with Fluff and home made caramel sauce.</div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-76337037850954317842010-03-07T00:28:00.000-05:002010-03-07T00:28:27.492-05:00It's the small things that count.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSomCz5NyG4EYgzSZ2Ywuaz6wfbannhUEZIaVq86ZFnF-VIaT9wzAuVvBt1LJo4FjeMHXz3biGSYQFwyQN2293PVTfisHS4yscdPB3Fj5UDKh4Ow0Ei-uVfJhlYL9RdwtTFayVwk-Om-A/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSomCz5NyG4EYgzSZ2Ywuaz6wfbannhUEZIaVq86ZFnF-VIaT9wzAuVvBt1LJo4FjeMHXz3biGSYQFwyQN2293PVTfisHS4yscdPB3Fj5UDKh4Ow0Ei-uVfJhlYL9RdwtTFayVwk-Om-A/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Yesterday I had the fortune of going out with one of my greatest friend from high school. While most meetings occur either in a museum in Manhattan or at our high school, we decided to go somewhere closer to home and more familiar. <br />
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The Hall of Science is the interactive museum in Queens that I'm sure every elementary school student goes to as a field trip. It has been years since I have stepped foot into that building. Surprisingly, it was very much how I remembered it. Even better I think we enjoyed ourself much more this time around.<br />
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It was a through back into being a child again. Curious and inquisitive, we explored and conquered experiencing the joy and carefree feeling that was once a staple in days gone by. <br />
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In almost all of those situations, I questioned myself.<br />
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<b>Am I proud of the life I lead up to this point?</b><br />
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<b></b>I am an avid watcher of crime shows like CSI and Law & Order. In those there are bound to be gunshots. A sound which I am quite unfamiliar with. <br />
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Last night or rather early this morning, I was in bed but not yet asleep when i heard what I thought was 5 or 6 gunshots. At first I was in denial. I live in a residential neighborhood and rarely hear about robberies or break-ins. Yet as I laid there, I considered what else those sounds could be. A blown tire? A plastic bottle a car went over? <br />
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This unrecognizable fear and questioning set it. Is everything okay? Are we safe? What happened?<br />
I could have brushed it off as something that happened in the distance until police cars rolled up. Then more questions came up.<br />
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Of all things to be afraid of... the unknown is by far the most daunting.Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-14892711367644590952010-02-22T15:46:00.001-05:002010-02-22T15:48:15.416-05:00Cruising along<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Over a week and a half has passed by since graduation. Almost all of my great friends have moved back home and the few still in NY have started or are preparing to start working. Which leaves me to think about where my life is heading.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I had my first interview today in Manhattan. I was so nervous I barely slept the night before. I can't help but think I was over dressed. The CIA dress code has been such a big part of my educational career that I went there in a button down, dress skirt and heels while my interviewer was in t-shit and jeans. Overall I felt quite confidant. Now to rock the trailing tomorrow! I'm sure today and tomorrow is just the beginning of what I will be facing more often.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">In other news, living at home is like a a throwback in time. For the past 3 years I have been quite independant: no one to tell me when to go to bed or when to take my meals or report where I am and with whom I am out with. I can say quite positivly, those days are OVER. My parents, much love to them, are super protective. Since thier bird that left the nest has finally flown home, they hover.. endlessly. Strangely, I can't say I mind it all that much. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">One positive and negative aspect of living at home has to be the FOOD. There is nothing better than a home cooked meal, not even what they serve at school compares. </span></span><br />
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<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Juicy steak with sauteed spinach (not pictured)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also made, what i considered, a vat of chilli. Somehow it got demolished in a day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With all this food, I'm lucky if I can keep my weight the same. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Something I have been working on is photography. My father has a great Canon Rebel and I have been playing around with it. It's quite a change for someone who has been use to point and shoot cameras to learning how to manually set almost everything. It's quite fun but I need to go out to take more pictures!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a few that I like best. Questions, comments and critiques are welcomed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*It's all flower because there was nothing else that created the same effect.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyA-kmG1GRsZnwD-eNRq15SvApt5alpqHdq212TTtR9nTN6NRGW8RdW1Tnq7TyRQglNRVxbs8ukB_VEk-tq0XZ77fvQpsPG61bLk2gPmd9nAzMmcSuArpS5zvntnKuJR4E2SO80FmjxA/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyA-kmG1GRsZnwD-eNRq15SvApt5alpqHdq212TTtR9nTN6NRGW8RdW1Tnq7TyRQglNRVxbs8ukB_VEk-tq0XZ77fvQpsPG61bLk2gPmd9nAzMmcSuArpS5zvntnKuJR4E2SO80FmjxA/s200/IMG_0306.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShTfFLfDi9Mb2U0n5fr7zE2oL8alp2e1QqdmDzLfymMWjXjsC5TIeE8MGQB8enPt1lPsxql6r2pJgBPVN0_f2xRtTj5aYGuUC2-eCWbvq5lW-_jjEy12Fg0STihukPVHlxpzVHt3gDNk/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShTfFLfDi9Mb2U0n5fr7zE2oL8alp2e1QqdmDzLfymMWjXjsC5TIeE8MGQB8enPt1lPsxql6r2pJgBPVN0_f2xRtTj5aYGuUC2-eCWbvq5lW-_jjEy12Fg0STihukPVHlxpzVHt3gDNk/s200/IMG_0214.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUg7dMFygpuUR_-SaqDGtBE3k5jYF8mEuM6m74hSsYWm8QjQVrHdCzljR1Cwu8K60Yp0PhUQlVrzpCV-zV0fgUXX1rh5O_5TRnBQD_NXmcSzt7VcaVoxEKH0ZJT6_t-sQMC9at6fDJXk/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUg7dMFygpuUR_-SaqDGtBE3k5jYF8mEuM6m74hSsYWm8QjQVrHdCzljR1Cwu8K60Yp0PhUQlVrzpCV-zV0fgUXX1rh5O_5TRnBQD_NXmcSzt7VcaVoxEKH0ZJT6_t-sQMC9at6fDJXk/s200/IMG_0302.JPG" width="200" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUg7dMFygpuUR_-SaqDGtBE3k5jYF8mEuM6m74hSsYWm8QjQVrHdCzljR1Cwu8K60Yp0PhUQlVrzpCV-zV0fgUXX1rh5O_5TRnBQD_NXmcSzt7VcaVoxEKH0ZJT6_t-sQMC9at6fDJXk/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-2011969684763553652010-02-16T19:55:00.000-05:002010-02-16T19:55:22.079-05:00Time stands still.Graduation is over, post graduation fun is done and the festivities of the Lunar New Year has slowed dramatically. What else is left to do?!?!?!<br />
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I'm already looking for jobs online.<br />
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I'm not moving forward or backward. It's like a hamster or chinchilla running on the wheel. Better yet, someone on a treadmill.<br />
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This year I was not dwelling on being single or how everyone was all love-y dove-y but I was more focused on celebrating the Lunar New Year with my family. For the past two days I have been feasting on delicious Chinese food my mother has spent time making. <br />
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Coupled with Friday's feasting trip, I have consumed way too many calories. It's time for some workout?!Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-22035634584681484992010-02-12T21:44:00.013-05:002010-02-13T18:54:33.412-05:00And so it ends, or maybe it should be: So it begins.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_z6pQZYk2vELFqAsxkJByLAzNfWcvXZWSgNMIU6BLc26lBKnMsw6iYplmqkLjn-hgM7C8ZFe_gt7k7_pHsg7LSWTILe1TDnSvQhhuIMK7fUm7gee85t_PNjlqCB-Ki8XsbBl5wjh6krM/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437559102300616562" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dad, Me and Mom</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > Yesterday was a joyous day; after 3 long years I have graduated from the <a href="http://www.ciachef.edu/">Culinary Institute of America</a> with my Bachelors of Professional Studies in Baking and Pastry Arts. So is it the end or is it the beginning?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > As of now, it's the end of my educational path. I leave the school that I have called home for over 3 years. It is possibly one of the hardest things to do, to leave the room I love (which is bigger than the one I'm returning to at home), the friends I cherish and the great food.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > However there is the beginning of something new: my career! Is has been quite daunting to pursue employment. While some of my fellow classmates have already secured positions, I am still seeking one that fits me and one that I fit with. The numerous opportunities are here, there and everywhere. To find myself the perfect one will take time, but I am fully prepared!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > A day after graduating, I was fortunate to see my great friend, Karni, graduate with an Associates in Occupational Studies in Culinary Arts. Buddies from our time in baking classes that started in 2007, we are quite inseparable. To celebrate, we going to head to </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:city><st1:place><span lang="EN-US">New York City</span></st1:place></st1:city></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >.</span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpx7bMVWHx3ToGFjig6on5dMlaajaalJ0N9zj_PuWThs7keuxggdbLSSd_QpjCzp53jpHOd1sb7NsuvkXvscI0szXJnIhUND3pa8n3P9rO6vXikDp6Oi87IDxVfiTDJAitiCmSfCCRfe4/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpx7bMVWHx3ToGFjig6on5dMlaajaalJ0N9zj_PuWThs7keuxggdbLSSd_QpjCzp53jpHOd1sb7NsuvkXvscI0szXJnIhUND3pa8n3P9rO6vXikDp6Oi87IDxVfiTDJAitiCmSfCCRfe4/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437569483286561586" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_z6pQZYk2vELFqAsxkJByLAzNfWcvXZWSgNMIU6BLc26lBKnMsw6iYplmqkLjn-hgM7C8ZFe_gt7k7_pHsg7LSWTILe1TDnSvQhhuIMK7fUm7gee85t_PNjlqCB-Ki8XsbBl5wjh6krM/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"> <v:stroke joinstyle="miter"> <v:formulas> <v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"> <v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"> <v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"> <v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"> </v:formulas> <v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"> <o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"> </v:shapetype><v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_z6pQZYk2vELFqAsxkJByLAzNfWcvXZWSgNMIU6BLc26lBKnMsw6iYplmqkLjn-hgM7C8ZFe_gt7k7_pHsg7LSWTILe1TDnSvQhhuIMK7fUm7gee85t_PNjlqCB-Ki8XsbBl5wjh6krM/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG" style="'width:24pt;height:24pt'" button="t"><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Me and Karni after her graduation.</span><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="font-size:100%;"> On my own, I headed down to Manhattan to go for a "scavenger Hunt" that a great friend of mine, JJ,</span></span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > prepared as a graduation gift. I</span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > placed scavenger hunt in quotes because he set everything up as a surprise to come visit. It is quite possibly the best gift. We headed to</span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > Flushing Queens for some Steamed</span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > Pork Buns before we headed back into Manhattan to meet Karni. The three of us went over to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.maxbrenner.com">Max</a></span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.maxbrenner.com"> Brenner</a>.</span></span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGHr8rBevDOGUuGckHPcsA8JRAM7oXzBVNs1z96mB3aEkJGwUHPbhk2MEjQpqM-QXkgzmRpKI20foYa2oL16QW3w7H_hXj_BiIHNDau77-GI3MFh_iVQZfyjyQrsc-O4jUn86iTsZntQ/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGHr8rBevDOGUuGckHPcsA8JRAM7oXzBVNs1z96mB3aEkJGwUHPbhk2MEjQpqM-QXkgzmRpKI20foYa2oL16QW3w7H_hXj_BiIHNDau77-GI3MFh_iVQZfyjyQrsc-O4jUn86iTsZntQ/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437571890737372786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Toasting some marshmallows with JJ.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > One chocolate cocktail and chocolate fondue later we headed off. </span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><a href="http://www.maxbrenner.com/">Max Brenner</a>. One chocolate cocktail and chocolate fondue later we headed off. We had dinner on St. Mark's Place in the </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:place><st1:placename><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:新細明體;">East</span></st1:placename><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:新細明體;"> </span><st1:placetype><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:新細明體;">Village</span></st1:placetype></st1:place></span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >. The Japanese "restaurant," which had no English name was located between 2nd and </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:street><st1:address><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:新細明體;">3rd Ave</span></st1:address></st1:street></span><span style=";font-family:新細明體;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" > was packed with American patrons and just as many Japanese ones. The menu had more Japanese on it than English, but thankfully... pictures are worth a thousand words. Under an hour later, we headed across the street to introduce JJ to some <a href="http://www.pinkberry.com/">Pinkberry</a>. I believe we made a follower out of him. Yet in that 20 minutes, we realized <a href="http://www.pommesfrites.ws/default.htm">Pomme Frites</a> was right around the corner. Never to let an opportunity to have some great food escape, we headed over and ordered some fries with Sweet Mango Chutney Mayo, Parmesan Peppercorn and Rosemary Garlic Mayo.<br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokrM85JMdnczrzOXmPb3YrYf1tXcODaT3Xam2_B4TnL6wHL1hbMyC8UI-QGllmcBc5B62sEIafhRUg63jqiA8MHOqoVnM0FYV-ryQmvlptCKHTqIl3OTNaNnNuDVPNIFjXyRlfxgRXh4/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokrM85JMdnczrzOXmPb3YrYf1tXcODaT3Xam2_B4TnL6wHL1hbMyC8UI-QGllmcBc5B62sEIafhRUg63jqiA8MHOqoVnM0FYV-ryQmvlptCKHTqIl3OTNaNnNuDVPNIFjXyRlfxgRXh4/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437573652155499410" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" >Karni and JJ enjoying some fries.<br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:新細明體;"> The culinary feast to celebrate was complete. We were all quite stuffed and content to have had some familiar food as well as some foreign food. Although the food was memorable, the time spent together was most defiantly unforgettable.<o:p></o:p></span></p> </div>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732660590147727789.post-8692437714196956072010-02-09T13:52:00.003-05:002010-02-09T14:08:58.648-05:00Find a job yet?! Nope, but I look the part.The CIA hosted their winter career fair today.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I always feel like I’m in a bubble walking into the fair. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>There are places I want to talk to and hand my resumes to but with all the other people I just get overwhelmed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Some people can circle the room once and get everything done.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I go around in circles, at LEAST three, just to do all that I need to get done.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Nevertheless, I get it done.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>No exceptions, no excuses. <p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I feel it’s important to look put together all the time; except in bed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But I digress. I see so many of my fellow college attendees who show up at the career fair like they just woke up and decided to go.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Did they find that outfit from the hamper?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Hopefully the clean hamper.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Is a wrinkled shirt the style now?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I think not!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Some people just don’t seem to care.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">So for my overall look I decided to go prim and proper with my grey slacks that have thin pink lines but added my fair with a magenta sweater that matches in hue.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In the bleak NY weather, color is necessary.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I also applied some light makeup.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Nothing serious; I don’t want to wear a mask, I just want enough to cover blemishes, give a bit of color to my check and highlight my eyes.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pczc9v_3prCXVQbwkvRK2hPvenm0u0dCC4ybaYOMzG_xpBOFTKB6_zJ6dY9ojV81Z4H4PFMlSSC3QNtIOilj9iizsijucvUMMlL9zTvgjltlx1Jr5g_W06C7G5cy1f9ufqCwvH0qN6A/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pczc9v_3prCXVQbwkvRK2hPvenm0u0dCC4ybaYOMzG_xpBOFTKB6_zJ6dY9ojV81Z4H4PFMlSSC3QNtIOilj9iizsijucvUMMlL9zTvgjltlx1Jr5g_W06C7G5cy1f9ufqCwvH0qN6A/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436320972645309234" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bare Escentuals Foundation in Medium Beige, MAC Blush in Pinch Me, Sephora Colorful Palette in Apricot Pulp, MAC LiquidLast Liner in Point Blac</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">k</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*Side note* </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Apologize for the self portraits. I realize I need someone to take pictures for me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">I don't like what I'm limited to taking pictures of myself.</span></div><p></p>Silvie Redrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345337127199349748noreply@blogger.com1